Thought I’d write some shizzle in third person to celebrate that I have beautiful awesome and amazing fans.
I'll upload a proper chapter soon, but I thought I'd use this...
Oh, and also, I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense - and finally, I'm sorry if I accidentally switch back to first person. I'm a bit of a retard, but that's okay, because I have a penis.
What?
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Willow blinked a few times in confusion as she realised she was in the middle of the common room. She wasn’t sure how’d she’d gotten there at all. In fact, judging by the brightness of the sun shining through the window, it had to be at least 4:00pm.
Willow hadn’t remembered anything had happened today. She didn’t feel tired, and she wasn’t lying down, so she knew she hadn’t been asleep. Ron, Harry and Hermione were sitting opposite her, staring as though she were crazy.
“Hi.” Willow said, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Hi? Really? That’s all you have to say?” Ron said, his brows raised.
“Umm...Okay?” Willow spoke to herself aloud. “So I could be having another dodgy dream, or something, but it doesn’t feel like a dream, you know?” The trio exchanged looks. “I actually feel as though I’ve genuinely forgotten what I’ve been up to, and it’s not like a dream where it seems I know what’s going on.”
“Willow...Are you okay?” Hermione said uneasily.
“I’m a bit confused...did I hit my head or anything?” Willow suddenly because aware of something on her face, and wiping it away, she realised she was covered in tears. “Have I been crying?”
“You didn’t hit your head.” Hermione said slowly, Willow noticed that she didn’t deny her tears.
“Well, what’s going on? Why are you looking at me like that? What-?”
“Willow, you just spoke to us like you were about to die.” Ron said, with an expressionless face.
“Umm...”
“You said that you didn’t have long left. That it’s okay though. You said you loved us, and you wanted us to know that. even though we’ll forget.” Hermione said, looking tearful.
“I, err, are you guys joking?” Willow asked, eyeing them all suspiciously.
“No.” Harry said hoarsely.
“I don’t remember.” Willow said truthfully. “What’s happening?”
“You told us you were dying Wil,” Ron said, with that face refusing to show emotion. Someone’s gotta be joking. Right?
“Pfft, bullshingles. I’m not dying guys, I can’t even remember saying that – oh my llama, I don’t have like a brain aneurism or something do I? I’m forgetting everything! I'm DYING!”
“WHAT?” Hermione shouted suddenly, shaking Willow from my mental breakdown.
“What what?” Willow asked.
“You’re dying? What?”
“I don’t know, it was you three that got me started on thinking about my impending death-“
“You’re dying, what?” Harry said, looking thoroughly confused.
“What do you mean what? You told me that I told you I was dying, but I don’t remember it.” And then everything in Willow’s head went funny.
“Are you feeling okay?” Ron asked.
“Why shouldn’t I be?” She said completely puzzled.
“You just said you were dying.”
“What? No I didn’t!” Willow said defensively.
“You did!” Hermione exclaimed.
“Unless I am dying, but I’m having like a brain aneurism and I forgot about it.” Willow said her eyes wide. “I’M DYING!”
“What? You’re dying now?” Harry asked.
“You just told me I was dying!” Willow shouted.
“NO WE DIDN’T!” Harry shouted back.
“OH YES YOU DID!”
“Did what?” Harry, Ron and Hermione asked.
“I-I dunno.” Willow said softly.
Little did the quartet know that they’d all just had their memories enhanced.
"Well, I'm confused as shit." Ron said to them all.
"Yeah, I think Ice-cream, Chocolate and nutella are in order here." Harry said, reminding Willow and Hermione greatly of whenever they've been PMS and needed to eat junk.
"I'm not going to say no to that." Hermione said, and the group of them got up and skipped down to the kitchens, confused, but happy.
:D <-- Ron, Harry, Hermione and Willow all happy. See.
